The Adventures of Bexico, Bubba y Max: February 2012

Buenos noches.

A great day.

Bex took the very early shift and I had the 9am shift. Max and I hung around the condo and then after he had his primero nap (in the cuna), he left me a little regalo (present) in his pañale. Just enough for the lab, so we scooped some up, strapped Max on and off to the lab we went.

It was already 10am or so…friggin hot out there now a days.

Fotos from the quick walk.

Outside una escuela, they were setting up for tonight's parade.

What the parade is celebrating...I do not know.

The school yard was dressed up.

One of the many bands was let out to practice.

Then I thought I heard the school practice the parade, but it turned out to be democracy in action.

They are demanding solutions to housing and they seem to be directing this all at Lorenzo.

FYI...from the website of the US Embassy in Mexico City: "it is illegal for foreigners to participate in any political activity, including protests". Max was almost busted!!

During the walk we saw lots of peeps who know Max…Lord knows we don’t know all their names and they don’t know ours!! Ja ja ja

Back to the complex and off to the pool to cool down in the sombre. Max was mucho calor, we will have to keep an eye on that as the humido starts to build come abril.

We sat in the shade, enjoyed the breeze and then soaked our pies in the alberca. And right on schedule, he let me know he was hambre, so back to the condo and time to wake madre up.

This, that and the other thing and Bex and Max hung out and I was off to el gimnasio.

All good there…Galdino is a-ok. Asked me how to pronounce AC-DC today. And I really know he is ok when he told me the steroids he uses are NOT veterinary grade.

Headed home and stopped off at a restaurante (great sopa there) because Bex was meeting Karen y Randy. I missed Bex y Max, but said hola to mis amigos and had a quick catch up.

Fotos from my walk.

In Rome, this would mean a new Pope has been elected.

Here, it is fresh pollo being cooked.

Click HERE if you are interested in reading about electing a Pope.

Mi amigo con un ojo is busy!!

I have NEVER seen the mercado cerrado.

Maybe a leap year is a holiday? Couldn't find anything online about it. Nothing else was closed.

Bird's nest. Also known as the #22 at Hon's in Vancouver.

The clean up tools for a Fonatur hombre.

Home and a very successful pool time!! Max is enjoying the pool more and more, splashing more and more every day.

The two of us headed upstairs and Bexico got some laps in. And while she was swimming, we said hola to mis padres. A nice chat and we are getting excited about a possible visit from them.

Max needed one more nap and I volunteered…and strictly for his well being, I had him sleep on my chest!! Ok, for selfish reasons, I had him sleep on my chest.

Up in time for Jeoporady…Cute Niños for $1000, Alex. And then the 6pm rutina that was interrupted right before the number cards. Por que? Hello…parade down Carrizal!! Fotos of that mañana.

Back upstairs to help ensure our hijo can count to 10, and then off for eats and zzzzz. He was a trickster tonight, pulling a Houdini and slipping out of the swaddle. So the Baby Whisperer took over and ta-da.

I kid you not, the crazy “nose to nose” thing works like a charm. He was asleep within minutes and even slept through a few very loud fireworks that were set off on Carrizal.

Bex grabbed some veggies while I took care of Max, and then it was dinner time. Some great pollo con arroz and now you are all caught up.

Already 10pm…going to wrap this up.

Misc foto.

Max and his current favorite teether.

Crazy video…click HERE.

Max will be at el gimnasio starting mañana!! Lol AND just kidding!!

Last fotos.

Start of the 6pm rutina.

Hasta mañana.

Marco, Bexico y Max

Buenos noches. Canucks are up 1-0 as we head into the third period. Thoughts on the Cory Hodgson trade?

Bex tells me Max had some TnT (toss n’turn) sleep this morning from 430am until 630am. Yikes…and that meant madre had bad zzzz’s too. Double yikes.

Bex y Max both got up at 630am and by the time sleepy head padre was up at 845am, they had already gone for a walk to the lab…con poo poo!!

$335 pesos and we should have the results by viernes, as we still need to drop off number 2 samples #2 and #3. Ja ja ja

Max hit the hay at 930am and Bexico followed quickly after. Dropped off some basura and gave Marcelino some ear plugs. They are doing some more jack hammering right next to where the guy sits and at his age (60 plus I am guessing), who needs jack hammering 10 feet from where you work?

I also asked him for another garrafon de agua and am pleased to announce that we now know the name of the hombre who has been dropping off our agua with a smile. Amid is his name…the hombre I sold the 3^rd garrafon to for $35 pesos.

And who is the surfer with the funky cabello? JD from PV. Works for me…I am Marco de Huatulco.

So at 10am, I have given the condo a quick mop (mucha arena) and am listening to the clanging as the camion de basura announces its arrival.

All good in paradise.

When Max awoke, we set up the Mac and he had a great FT with mis padres. There is a possibility of them coming down for a visit (hello…3^rd time to Huatulco) and I just let them know I would be so excited for them to take Max for a walk around town and have all the locals come over and say hola to them and Max!!

As for the rest of the día…

Once everyone was awake (I was 2 for 2 in having Max zzzz in his cuna!!), we all headed out to the joyeria. Bex y Max were headed to pay the lab bill and I wanted to play a chiste on the boys at Gabriels.

Only Daniel y hermano there, but I pulled out a specimen container and told them we were headed to the lab with poo poo. I unzipped the ziplock baggie and told them it was gross. Then I took off the lid from the container and said it was bad smelling. Then I stuck my finger in the peanut butter I had in the cup, stuck the finger in my mouth and told them it tasted bad.

The boys did laugh…but I guess I lost some of it in translation.

Then Samuel arrived, thanked me for the Canadian Coca Cola I gave him as well as for the pair of Nike socks.

I started to tell him about the container, pulled it out of the baggie and he ran to the curb and got a little sick. Poco vomito…now that was a mal chiste…bad joke. Now the boys really laughed. Poor Samuel…he had just eaten lunch.

And did Vicky run scared when the container came out? Ja ja ja

We might save the container and see if the lab techs have a sense of humor. Stay tuned. And yes…I might have too much time on my hands.

Bexico off to lab but it was cerrado, so off for a walk. Me? Off to el gimnasio where I somehow offended Galdino and had to make sure we worked it out before I left.

Not sure what happened. Might have been me helping out one of the members (Galdino did mention something, but I thought he was talking about the member) or maybe it was when I approached him on a way he could charge for some personal training, if he had the right staff.

Either way, don’t want to piss off an amigo, a huge steroid taking amigo at that.

When I left, I pointed to him and then myself and asked “todo bien?” and he said sí…so we will wait and see.

Home for pool time con familia. Best day yet. Max LOVED the water and at one point was talking up such a storm that people stopped to listen to him. And we also know he loves the water because he has started splashing more and more.

I grabbed some sol while Bex fended off all the abuelas and also chatted up Roseanne, the amiga who brought us down the load of goodies from Alberta.

Then I came up, and off to Che I went. Scores? Some salami that looks good and the last can (ugh) of mushrooms entero (whole).

La cena…a beef stew type of meal on papas puree. Mañana we are back to pechuga de pollo.

Back home and then I latched Max on and we went to watch a few minutes of the partido de futbol at the campo. It was a later game for Max and after only a few minutes he let me know that he was hungry and tired.

So off we went to pay the lab bill, and then headed home. Madre had his rutina all set up and it went seamless and next thing you know…he was lights out.

Great dinner and currently I update you all and Bexico is hard at work in the oficina.

Mañana…no sé. Waaaay to early to plan the día!! Ja ja ja

Pero, Feliz Cumpleaños to all you born on a Leap Year!!

Fotos?

If you don’t want to see a bunch of fotos of a very hermoso niño in his JJ, scroll down a few pages!!

Max's staging area prior to harnessing up for Cirque de Soliel. His look? Uh dad...

True fact...he will lay on the change table in this pose.

Another Max fact...he has started making pucker (kissing) noises, but only with his top lip. Who knew?

And here are the JJ fotos.

Padre, can you speak up?

Everybody dance now...

Hmmmm...blue strap.

Toight...toight like a tiger.

Padre...hormigas!!

Now if I just bounce a little to the right, I can reach my teether.

Hmmm...leftovers!!

Am I not the cutest?

Did I mention I was cute?

Oma, these handprints are freaking me out.

And from the walk to el gimnasio.

Now this is how to cut down un arbol. Con machete!!

These guys need to form a union. I saw 4 different trucks setting up their muebles pino...on the same block!!

Selling periódicos...newpapers.

Strawberries...$1.20 Cdn for a kilo

Oh there is an obesity opportunity here. Niños eat lots of dulce, tortillas and drink tons of Coca Cola y Kool Aid types of bebidas. And...grab a pizza from the new restaurante next to Elder's.

I saw an hombre load up dos mesas (to sell) and walk away from this camion.

He was just a head of me, on the same route I was taking home.

I calculated he had been working 7 minutes before he disappeared.

Here is a better view of the baskets that the strawberries come in.

I came home for alberca time and found these two just chez lounging!!

From our walk to the campo de futbol.

2012 Nascar pace car...in Huatulco? Hello!!

These hombres were rolling up some hand made fabric.

Names with faces...they all work at Gabriel's.

This is Sergio talking to Carlos (#23). Note the green grass...there is none. Gabriel was Sergio's padre.